Brett Farve is afraid of Ice Cream
Thats what he just admitted on this commercial i overheard. that was brave up him. it must be hard to come clean about your... er.. frozendairiphobia.
today was such a long day. finally got to shooting my gilm today. we started at about 9am and didn't finish until about 4:30 i think. the hard part is done for the most part. the laundry scenes are all finished up. thanks again to everyone who helped. i am shooting for an early august showing. where at? well, when its official i will say. i am not counting on much sleep tonight. i crashed almost as soon as i got home. woke up about 9:30. maybe i'll watch a movie... High Fidelity sounds good... or maybe Chasing Amy.
sometimes we can't help the way we feel.
i guess that is all. new poem down below. take notice. and enjoy. until later.
My Day
My day consists of
The tops of clouds and mountain tops
All lined up and
I wonder at the sound of thunder
Which is higher?
I am
Grasping and clasping and gasping
Standing disheveled
Walking with
A world’s worth of burden
At my fingertips
All about me
Eventually
It just becomes me
Flowing
Mastering my every
Being can just be
So difficult if not
Handled with care
But I remain stoic
In my stance
Stone faced
And wide awake
Which is nothing new
Not when you consider
I spend my day awake
And yet so sleepily
Dead tired of being alive
Other times
Living just to die
The same old episodes
Sometimes it even comes as a surprise
When life unfolds as it does
When a single tear can say so much
When I am trying to sleep
When I am trying to forget
Every time that I remember
What my day was like.
today was such a long day. finally got to shooting my gilm today. we started at about 9am and didn't finish until about 4:30 i think. the hard part is done for the most part. the laundry scenes are all finished up. thanks again to everyone who helped. i am shooting for an early august showing. where at? well, when its official i will say. i am not counting on much sleep tonight. i crashed almost as soon as i got home. woke up about 9:30. maybe i'll watch a movie... High Fidelity sounds good... or maybe Chasing Amy.
sometimes we can't help the way we feel.
i guess that is all. new poem down below. take notice. and enjoy. until later.
My Day
My day consists of
The tops of clouds and mountain tops
All lined up and
I wonder at the sound of thunder
Which is higher?
I am
Grasping and clasping and gasping
Standing disheveled
Walking with
A world’s worth of burden
At my fingertips
All about me
Eventually
It just becomes me
Flowing
Mastering my every
Being can just be
So difficult if not
Handled with care
But I remain stoic
In my stance
Stone faced
And wide awake
Which is nothing new
Not when you consider
I spend my day awake
And yet so sleepily
Dead tired of being alive
Other times
Living just to die
The same old episodes
Sometimes it even comes as a surprise
When life unfolds as it does
When a single tear can say so much
When I am trying to sleep
When I am trying to forget
Every time that I remember
What my day was like.